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Why does it have to be so hard?

I wonder what the final count would be, were I to tally up all the times I’ve asked that question. And heard it. And felt it. Felt it so deep in my soul that it becomes a searing pain. One I have no idea what to do with.

Why, Lord? Why does it have to be so hard? Why do people, your people, hurt each other so badly, with so little remorse?

So many questions. No real answers. And the pain keeps coming. Relationships crumble around us and we watch like we’re wat...

You’ve had days like that. Days when for whatever reason, and it doesn’t matter why, you misjudge, miscalculate, miss the mark, make a snap decision and just do something utterly stupid. But then it’s done and it can’t be undone and so you pray and hope that one day, a week from now or a month or a year or two, it just won’t matter. But today, right then, right now…

Chocolate cake and a bottle of wine.

For a migraine sufferer like me, this is a lethal combination. But I have mastered the art...

I’m delighted to announce that I will be releasing my next novel this spring!

(Cover by Yvonne Parks @ Pear Creative).

Two lives taken down different roads – one enduring love – one shot at starting over.

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��Julia Connelly is finally free from twelve long years in an abusive relationship. Now able to live the life she���s longed for, Julia takes her two children back home to Vermont, hoping for pe...

Ever been stuck? Like really stuck. Like, there is no way I’m getting out of this alive, stuck?

Stuck, like tires spinning. No way out.

Stuck, middle of the night in a silent house, staring into darkness, mind spinning. No way out.

If you’re not there now, you will be. Or you have been. We all get stuck eventually.

It comes in various forms, this being stuck. Physically, Emotionally, Spiritually.

Sometimes it’s a slow climb, one little event piles upon another and then another and the cynicism cre...

2015.

I was so ready for it. Anticipating writing a very different blog post right about now. One in which I would share some good news I’d been given quite some time ago. But I can’t do that. And I’m not sure if or when I will be able to. Things changed and before I knew, before any of us knew, what was happening, we’re now ��faced with something unexpected. Something unanticipated. And right now?

I feel broken.

I can’t tell you if that’s okay or not. I can’t tell you whether I have the right t...

Cathy West:

I’m reposting this. I apologize. But I need it. Right now. Because really, it doesn’t matter, even when it does.

Originally posted on This Is A Blog About���Life���Mostly.:

Two weeks of traveling. Meeting friends. Attending a wedding. Being with family.��

I stumbled off the plane yesterday and spent the rest of the day in a sleepy haze. Checked out my book on Amazon, read emails and Facebook posts and pondered how to sell more, reach more, do more���and I���ve already forgotten.��

Thi...

My one word. My 2015 word.

I’ve thought about it for a few weeks now. Thought about it’s various meanings. Thought about what I want it to mean, what it could mean, and why. Thought about how to make it work.

And yet I’ve resisted. Already.

While my Facebook feed has been blowing up with various posts from well-meaning friends proclaiming their one word in glowing prose, I’ve remained silent. Even now I stare at that word and wonder why on earth it came to me. I’ve always said God has a sense of...

My one word. My 2015 word.

I’ve thought about it for a few weeks now. Thought about it’s various meanings. Thought about what I want it to mean, what it could mean, and why. Thought about how to make it work.

And yet I’ve resisted. Already.

While my Facebook feed has been blowing up with various posts from well-meaning friends proclaiming their one word in glowing prose, I’ve remained silent. Even now I stare at that word and wonder why on earth it came to me. I’ve always said God has a sense of...

In the aftermath of the celebrations, all is quiet. Still. Things are tidied, relatively speaking, and I’m heading into the new year filled with anticipation. Yet, there is a restlessness within, something I can’t quite comprehend. Something perhaps I need to do, to say, to put aside. But my thoughts still scream loud.

Still.

I’m thinking about my writing. Thinking about what’s to come and how I’ll handle it.

Us creative types don’t have it easy, you know. We’re not analytical thinkers. Can’t pr...

In the aftermath of the celebrations, all is quiet. Still. Things are tidied, relatively speaking, and I’m heading into the new year filled with anticipation. Yet, there is a restlessness within, something I can’t quite comprehend. Something perhaps I need to do, to say, to put aside. But my thoughts still scream loud.

Still.

I’m thinking about my writing. Thinking about what’s to come and how I’ll handle it.

Us creative types don’t have it easy, you know. We’re not analytical thinkers. Can’t pr...